Just like it has so many other times when I’m in the shower, Isla’s face keeps flashing through my mind while I remember what she tasted like when my tongue was buried deep between her thighs.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I picture Isla being in the shower with me, and I shove her down onto her knees roughly. She’s weak, and she doesn’t even try to fight it.
I wrap my hand around my steel cock and grind my back teeth together as I let my mind take me exactly where the fuck I want to be.
“Last time, I let you come all over my tongue, baby. Why don’t you return the favor and let me come in your throat?” I stroke my dick harder. “Instead of in my pants, like I did before. Tell me, would you like to have my dick deep down your throat, Nineteen?”
“Yes, please.” She pushes her wild blonde hair back, gazing up at me and parting her pouty lips.
“You gonna regret it again?”
“Probably,” she murmurs. “But I want to suck your dick anyway.”
I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter and let my soaked hand stroke my cock. I picture it’s her throat I’m buried inside of instead of my palm, imagining her eyes watering because it’s too fucking much and she’s choking on my dick.
“So close. Keep sucking me, baby. Just like that.” I thrust in and out of her hot mouth. “Here it comes. A mouthful of cum, just for you, Isla.”
My balls draw up clear to my fucking insides as I imagine coming deep inside my obsession’s throat. I’ve pictured this and worse too many times to count ever since that day in the closet. And as I cover my hand in cum, letting the water wash it from my flesh and down the drain, I don’t open my eyes until I’m completely spent because the longer I can picture Isla Hardy on her knees … the better.
My eyes flutter open, and I drop my hand from my cock before rinsing myself off.
Maybe she’s spent this whole time regretting what we did, but I sure as hell haven’t.
I turn the shower off and step out before grabbing a towel.
It’s time to go see my girl.
ISLA
“You seem nervous,” Eden says, striding up beside me as we walk toward Antonio’s, the Italian restaurant near campus. “We’re about to carb load, so you can’t be acting like a weirdo.”
“I’m not nervous,” I say, lying through my teeth.
I wasn’t nervous about this dinner when I first heard about it over a week ago. But that was before Hendrix Hunt came out of nowhere yesterday, and now I know there’s no avoiding him because this dinner is for the hockey program.
Summer throws her arm over my shoulders. “You can be nervous; it’s okay. It’s a lot to take in—the whole switching positions and all. But you’ll make it work.”
“And even if she doesn’t, she’ll still get the spot because her daddy is Cam Hardy,” Margo singsongs, pushing past us before she spins around, shooting me a glare. “It’ll be nice to see you suck ass on the ice. Finally won’t be able to hide behind that last name of yours, you know?”
“I can’t help it that she called you lazy, Margo. Try to fucking hustle for once in your life, and maybe Coach would have picked you,” I growl, surprising everyone, including myself. “Also, it’spretty sad you want me to suck on the ice. You do realize I’m on your team, right?”
“I don’t need to want you to suck, Hardy. You’re going to do it all on your own.” She winks and practically skips away.
Meanwhile, Eden is headed after her, but I catch her arm.
“Let me punch that bitch in the face,” Eden growls. “At the very least, pull the tampon out of her fucking ass.”
“Then she’ll get what she wants,” I say, keeping my hold on her arm. “I should have acted like I didn’t care. She wants to get under my skin. I don’t know why I let her.”
“Isla’s right,” Summer says, looking from me to Eden. “Besides, she’s all bark, no bite. If we all ignore her, she’ll self-destruct.” She sighs. “Plus, haven’t you heard the phrasehurt people hurt people?” She shrugs. “It’s pretty obvious she’s hurting.”
“Okay, now you’re stretching.” Eden shakes her head. “We’ve all got our own shit. Doesn’t mean we can be dickheads.”
“True that,” I mutter, following Summer through the door of Antonio’s. “All right, enough talk about Margo Monster. I’m ready for my carbs.”
“Agree,” they both say at the same time.
And as we walk deeper into the restaurant, I keep my eyes straight ahead. But the second Hendrix is looking at me, I feel it.
